"Good. He needs all the help he can get."

He doesn't immediately get out of the car, just using that moment to orient himself, hands on his knees as he takes a deep breath.

"And my heart is yours, so do with it what you want," he adds quietly. There's no point in mincing words. No point in letting out all the anger and the guilt and the sorries just yet. That can come later. Right now is for raw emotion.

Moment taken, he finally gets out, preparing to follow.